"I will, I promise." The words passed his lips so quickly it might seem as though he didn't have time to realize what he was even promising, but he had heard, he would in truth though promise the other anything - everything. "I'll spend more time with you." Even if it hurt - he owed the other as much.
As the other sobbed against him, leaving tracks of salty tears in his hair and wetting his coat the General stood there crying as well. His own sobs shaking his petite frame as he clung to the other, soaking the shirt that would soon be replaced by the uniform of a youma. Soon the evidence of his own emotions would be gone - banished and replaced and hidden away just as it had been for so long. It was there, always, but so rarely did it ever come to the surface and never like this - not since that night.
Those words, the answer he'd wanted for so long, but the words...could they be trusted? Who was it delivering them? The coldness said youma but could there have been any bit of Johnathan there? Could they have been his words but the voice of the youma? He wanted to ask but did he know, as he currently was, what had just happened? If he did could he tell him which one felt that way? He didn't dare ask though - he couldn't bring himself to do so.
For a while he let the other comfort him, as much as it hurt, but finally pulled away with a last hiccup and sniff. Straightening himself, fingers combed through his disheveled hair as he tried to organize it back into some semblance of style. His uniform was fixed, sort of, but his red eyes, puffy as they were, bitten and puffy lip and red, wet, cheeks were hard to miss.
"Patrol? We can go to the red light district...." Where the other could have the pimps and drug dealers. He needed to do this - to let the other out tonight. He needed to not go home and be seen like this. If his cousin saw him it would be fine, sort of anyway, but if Aiden saw him....he had no way to explain this and he couldn't lie, he'd never been good at it.
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